"I didn't want anything to do with Ricardo's business." He spits, accenting his displeasure. "My father smuggles weapons and drugs. Animals sometimes if the price is right. He was interested in Richard's business, but I tried to talk him out of it. I made the call to my father after Richard's threat to Winnie. He will be sending his best men to collect the shipping container and move the women and children to our secure warehouse; what he will do from there- I don‘t know... Now my father finally gets what he wanted to begin with. He'll disown me now for telling you." His head hangs in defeat. I think he has finally figured out he can't save Winnie by himself. He never could. Richard is too evil and conniving for Dante. He might be a crime lord's son, but he still has a lot to learn.
"You know my father came to Frank before we were ever born and proposed a deal to unite. Frank wouldn't hear of it. He said my father had his hands in things he couldn't support. I've always wondered what that was. I guess things haven't changed that much since then." He seems to be talking more to himself than me.
"I need the address of the warehouse. We are leaving ASAP." I tell him while cleaning my new favorite blade.
"No. I'll come with you and show you. You're not going to get to kill me that easily." He smiles in my direction, but can't entirely turn his head to look at me without wincing.
Walking back to him, I pat his shoulder and whisper in his ear. "Fine by me, pretty boy. If worse comes to worst, we can use you as a shield. You get comfy. We'll be back in a few to get you."
Clint reaches over and grabs one of the loose blades, wrapping it back up in its leather sheath before putting it in his back pocket.
I grab Clint by the hand and lead him back to the house with Dante’s struggling screams adding to the beautiful night sky's ambiance.
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We barely make it into his house's living room before Clint is slamming me up against the wall, and pinning my arms above my head, as he sucks and bites at my neck. I moan, arching my back off the wall, needing that friction of his body against mine.
The doorknob beside us starts to jiggle as in walks Cole, Holder, and Fletcher returning from their tasks and phone calls. However, their presence doesn't stop Clint's assaulting kisses as my men get closer to me following the sounds of my panting and our collective moans. I feel my lips swelling up and bruising from his crushing kisses as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth again. Clint groans and pauses long enough to tell Holder to hold my arms behind my back, and Cole to unzip my dress. Fletcher starts stripping off his clothes and pumping his cock mesmerized by sight in front of him. Clint strips off his shirt next, and then runs upstairs, coming back down moments later, a blindfold in hand.
Clint then pulls the thick blade from his back pocket and drops to his knees. I can feel Holder's cock stiffening up behind me, and I know he and I are both watching with hooded eyes as Clint runs the blade up along my leg, letting the sharp tip trail up my thigh, followed by his wet tongue chasing behind it. Fletcher and Cole then lean over and take one of my pert nipples into each of their hands. They tweak the barbells until I'm panting again from all the stimulation.
"I want to devour you every night," Clint says, breathing deep into my panties before he uses the blade and cuts them off, pieces of the lace fall to the floor in front of him as a shiver rolls through me. My motion causes Clint to accidentally knick my hip with the sharpened blade though that does nothing to tame my dripping arousal.
A few drops of blood pools on my hip for a moment before Clint is there, licking it up, along with my pain, before placing a light kiss on my hip. Holder audibly groans behind me. Clint then takes a long lick up the slit of my now bare pussy. "So goddamn sweet, Blue… You want a taste of this sweet pussy, Cole?" Clint asks between licks of his thick tongue.
"Yeah, but let's get her more comfortable and take this to the sofa." Holder then releases my arms as Cole sweeps me up, into his giant toned body, before dropping me unceremoniously on the sofa where I bounce.
"God, you have perfect tits," Fletch grunts, biting his fist like he has to hold in his moans.
"Give me the blindfold, Clint." Holder says from behind the sofa. Clint passes it over, letting Holder tie it around the back of my head.
"No touching us, babe. The other guys all want a quick lick of your sweet cunt." Clint coaches. I relax against the sofa, my eyes blind to what is about to happen, as I hear what sounds like more of their clothes being discarded.
The tickle of a beard gives away that Cole is now between my thighs, spreading them wider to accommodate his bulk. He laps up my pussy, swirling around my clit before biting it and sucking my swollen nub between his teeth. I moan and try to grab hold of his head to keep him steady where I want him, but someone else forces my hands back down.
Another warm mouth takes a quick lick of me before inserting two long fingers in me slowly, allowing me to adjust a moment before scissoring them to stretch me out wider.
Shortly a new mouth is on me. This tongue delves into my pussy with a vengeance, sucking out my juices. I try to reach out again, but remember I am not allowed to touch, and keep my hands tucked under my spread thighs.
"That's right, Baby Blue. You got to keep your hands to yourself if you don't want to have an accident like poor Dante." Clint tsks as I suddenly feel the cold blade of the knife running up my leg again. I gasp and stiffen as I feel it at the edge of my throbbing pussy, the blade roaming back and forth oh so delicately around my pussy as I feel fingers spread my lips open as the edge of the blade teases my most intimate area. I feel like if I breathe the wrong way, I might get cut. But the slight fear is doused by the adrenaline making this the best kind of sweet torture.
I am on a high when I feel something hard, cold, and blunt enter my slick pussy. The object then starts to move faster and deeper, as I try my best to stay still.
"That's right, Blue, hold real still for us. You are so perfect, baby." Cole coos in my ear.
It seems like all my men have a love for the darkness, the kink, and the passion. They think I am perfect for them, but they don't realize that they couldn't be more perfect for me than what they are right now, right at this moment. And with that thought, I lose control.
"I'm cumming," I moan out as my pussy starts to spasm from my building orgasm. My core clenches around the blade's handle, as someone's slick fingers pinch my clit. "Don't stop, keep going..." I beg huskily before I cry out my pleasure and thank God, Buddha, or any deity that blesses big cocks and orgasms because this moment is everything.
The blindfold is lifted from my eyes, I blink a few times, adjusting to the bright light as I see all four of The Sons of Fortune rock hard, pumping their cocks faster and moaning in tandem around me.
"Blue. Holder. On your knees." Fletcher commands, though never taking his eyes off of me. I look to Holder to make sure he is okay with whatever is about to happen. His pupils dilated, and his tongue licks his lower lip in arousal. I reach for his hand as I slide off the sofa, and he drops to his knees in front of me, capturing my lips with his and pulling me flush against him. His tongue sweeping into my mouth, and I smile into him as I taste myself on his mouth.
"Eyes up here," Fletcher dictates. Holder and I both turn towards Fletcher. Holder still holding one of my hands connecting us through this moment. Fletcher then steps forward, grips my chin, and uses his thumb to pry open my mouth, leaving it wide open, before he proceeds to do the same to Holder.